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"Amé eat," Ina said

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"Amé eat," Ina said.

"No."

Ina looked up and away from her dinner, and she squinted her eyes, trying to figure out what she had said. Amé Fengári knew how to make Ina Seele angry, knew all her buttons, and when she sat and begun playing with the piano keys, she was being merciless. Ivaan knew of this button too, and he took a sip of his wine; soon enough he'd have to end their dinner and separate them.

"I get you're upset but please, choose your words sister."

"Ok."

Ivaan raised his eyebrows.

Ina Seele had many pet peeves. In fact, if you listed all of them, you may assume she just lived under a rock to avoid all the headaches and frustrations and angry bursts. One of them were short replies. Single words. Tapping constant sounds. The inability to form coherent sentences when speaking to another person. This Amé loved to indulge in.

Ina didn't know what to say. She knew Amé was upset, but from there to piss her off on purpose, she was speechless.

Ivaan's silver rings, placed elegantly on his long fingers, clinked as he picked up the glass again.

Ivaan didn't speak because he too felt Amé's anger, even when he agreed with Ina on this one. Except he was no child, nor was he in Amé's age group level, so the mutual respect withstood.

"You're being a child," Ina said. "If you don't eat go up to your room and get out."

"Ok," she shrugged and remained there, sitting with her arms on the armrests of her chair.

She wasn't going.

"Do you think," and Ina sat up, "that you're going to get what you want by throwing a tantrum? Flash news Amé? You're wrong."

"Ok."

Ina looked down, her hands resting on the dining table. Ivaan stood up just in time and grabbed Ina's forearm. "Dinner is done. C'mon Idina."

"You told me you'd let me speak to him," Amé said, and she looked at Ivaan.

"You want to talk to Damon Holland and say what, Amé?" He asked her. "What could you possibly say beside giving yourself a greater headache?"

"None of your business," and Amé's feelings of betrayal grew. She felt betrayed by him, that he'd dismiss her feelings and take her sister's side.

"You want to talk to Damon," Ivaan said, taking Ina's hand.

"Yes."

"Alright." Ina turned her head and looked at him. Ivaan lifted a hand and two fingers, and a man in a black suit came in. "Fetch me Damon Holland."

"Your kindness is benevolent," Amé said with sarcasm, standing up as well in her long white dress.

Ivaan glared. Amé took a deep breath and looked away from him, balled her hands, and stared at the entrance of the dining corridor.

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